I knocked on the door three times, but didn't get a response.

Does he know it's me and not want to see me?

When he came back earlier, we hadn't met yet, but the nanny had informed him that I was back and taking a shower in the master bedroom.

"Knock knock knock knock—"

In order to steal his project proposal, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and keep knocking on the door with the back of my hand until the person inside responded, "Come in!"

My hand froze in mid-air.

He is the last person I want to see again. I escaped from his control not long ago, but now I have no choice but to offer myself up and let him do as he pleases.

That's really frustrating.

However, it will be soon.

I'm about to get rid of him completely.

Thinking about it this way, I felt as if I could see a glimmer of hope.

I took another deep breath, freed one hand, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

Under the dim light of the chandelier, the man sat behind a heavy solid wood desk, the light from his laptop screen reflecting off his handsome, sharply defined face.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his expression focused and serious, his long, well-defined fingers tapping incessantly on the keyboard, exuding an aloof and ascetic air that kept strangers at bay.

He was a completely different person from the beast who used to tie me to the headboard and vent his frustrations on me.

After returning to China, he never contacted me. As far as I know, he was very busy with work every day.

I snapped out of my daze and walked towards him step by step. The medicinal soup in the white porcelain pot emitted a warm peppery aroma.

He ignored me the whole time, his entire attention was on the computer screen in front of him.

Could it be that what he's doing is related to this project?

I swallowed hard, walked around the desk, and was about to glance at the screen when the man's hand suddenly closed the laptop.

He turned his head, raised his handsome, expressionless face, and slightly tilted his chin, which had clear and smooth lines.

He glanced at me indifferently.

I had just taken a shower and deliberately wore a thin, see-through white nightgown with a deep V-neck, the neckline adorned with heavy lace, making me look both innocent and alluring.

I was willing to go all out to gain his trust.

I've been played by him so many times already, I don't care about this one or two more times.

“My dad told me to come back. He asked me to make soup for you, to please you, my rich husband,” I said calmly, putting down the tray.

I've been using this reason before, so he definitely won't doubt it.

As we spoke, I opened the lid, picked up a spoon and a small bowl, and served him soup.

I used to make this stomach-soothing soup for him often, and he seemed to really like it.

“My dad said that milk isn’t sincere, so he asked me to make you soup and even asked me to film a video and send it to him.” I added, afraid he would suspect that I was being overly attentive.

Fu Yanshen slid out of the swivel chair, creating a little distance between us. He squinted, scanning my nightgown.

"Your dad even told you to seduce me?" he said jokingly.

Did he realize I was doing it on purpose?

My heart skipped a beat.

I tried my best to remain calm, turned around, and grabbed my V-neck. "You're overthinking it!"

Having said that, I started walking away.

The man grabbed my wrist and pulled hard, causing me to fall onto his lap and land in his arms, my nose bumping right against his cool tie clip.

The air was filled with the faint smell of tobacco and the strong scent of male hormones emanating from him.

"You, you let me go!" I said excitedly, recalling my ordeal in northern Myanmar, and instinctively got up from his arms.

Fu Yanshen's strong arms were tightly wrapped around my waist. He lowered his head and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell your dad?"

Hearing his words, I came to my senses.

This is a good opportunity; I can't break free from him.

I deliberately rolled my eyes at him and treated him the same way I always have.

"Feed me."

"What?"

He said it out of the blue, and I didn't react for a moment. I saw his gaze fall on the soup bowl.

He actually wanted me to feed him soup.

I was secretly delighted.

There were sleeping pills in the soup. Maybe he'll fall asleep after drinking it, and I can avoid being raped again.

I pouted, pretending to be unwilling, and picked up the soup bowl.

I don't care why he asked me to feed him anymore, since he hardly ever interacts with me intimately except when he's having sex with me.

I scooped up a spoonful of milky white soup and fed it to his lips.

He opened his mouth and drank the small bowl of soup sip by sip.

Maybe I was really hungry.

He also looked thinner, and there were dark bluish tints under his eyes, probably because he had been busy with this project these past few days.

Aside from wanting to seize the prosperous era for himself, I can't think of any other reason why he would work so hard.

That scoundrel, his ambition is written all over his face.

He even thought my dad was the kind of person who sold his daughter for personal gain, and he acted recklessly because my dad wouldn't cut ties with him.

"Want another drink?" I asked indifferently.

I also quietly observed his mental state. Had he drunk too little? He didn't seem sleepy yet.

"Drink," the man said calmly.

I was about to serve him more soup when he turned me around, buried his face in my chest, and began to suckle through the gossamer-thin fabric…

"Drink this."

A man's husky, magnetic voice came through, and his vulgar words made my brain explode.

Warm breath sprayed onto my especially delicate skin, the air became thick, and I felt short of breath.

"Fu Yanshen...you, go take a shower..." I said rationally, trying to get him out of the way.

Maybe I can sneak into the study while he's taking a shower.

"ah……"

I suddenly felt a chill down my back as he placed me on the solid wood desk.

The man looked down at me, his ascetic face expressionless.

He held the tie knot with his long fingers, gave it a slight tug, and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt collar, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

This damn sexual tension.

I braced my feet on the ground, ready to stand up and run away.

The man leaned down and pressed me down, his chest pressed tightly against mine. "Since you're here, you should know what will happen. Still trying to run away?"

His voice was husky and magnetic, and he teased me.

I looked at the silver laptop so close to me, and my heart seemed to be piqued, stirring with desire.

Afraid of being discovered if she stared too long, she quickly turned her head away, feeling flustered.

The feeling of having a guilty conscience.

The man's dark eyes were fixed on me intently, which made me even more flustered. So I simply tilted my head back slightly and eagerly kissed his thin lips.

Distract him.

Fu Yanshen groaned, his hand covering my full breasts, turning the tables and taking the initiative to kiss me deeply.

...

From the desk to the sofa, he carried me all the way, teasing me as he went. Even after we returned to the bedroom from the study, he was still full of energy and showed no sign of falling asleep.

I was so angry I wanted to cry.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally took a shower. When he came back, he hugged me from behind and soon began to snore softly.

"Fu Yanshen?" I called softly.

He didn't react.

I was overjoyed and pried his fingers apart one by one, removing his hand from my grasp.

"Qiaoqiao...no..."

Just as I was about to get up, he tightened his arms around me and mumbled something to me.